All in a bleak December
⁠My heart had summer time;
Crouched by the glowing ember,
⁠We found an Eden's clime.
The storm that shook the casements
⁠Made laughter in my ears;
No frown thy gloom, December,
⁠Sweet rain that was not tears.

All in the month of roses
⁠My heart is like to die;
Now winter's gloom encloses,
⁠We thought it passed us by;
And so my young companions
⁠Fall laughing back from me:
For dreary melancholy
⁠Is no good company.